Snow-mageddon! Snow-pocalypse! Snow-zilla! Alien Snow-vasion! Apocalypse S-now! World War Snow! Joy Behar!
It doesn’t snow here very often. At least, that’s what I’m told. It has snowed at least once every winter since I moved here. What is true, however, is how most people don’t know what to do when the snow comes. Even the city – we apparently have a snow plow shortage. Many people have difficulty driving, including the bus drivers.
At any rate, I still get excited by snow and don’t have to go anywhere this week. So here are some pictures from near the house.
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- Only Road Into Town
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- Bad Day for Boating
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- A Real Christmas Tree
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- Our Driveway
As I was walking back from taking pictures I heard a sound like a gunshot, but it came from above me. I looked up to see huge chunks of frozen snow falling from the top of a tree under which I was standing. It looked like the whole top of the tree was coming down. An expletive and a quick side-hop later, a miniature avalanche crashed down in front of me. Without thinking I said aloud, “Thanks for the warning God!” I mean, without that first crack of noise, my camera could have been damaged.
